Empty vessel under the sun
Wipe the dust from my face
Another morning, black Sunday [bad word] down again... [bad word] down again

Empty vessel, empty veins,
Empty bottle, wish for rain,
That pain again,
Wash the blood off my face,
The pulse from my brain...
Pain again!
And I feel that pain again!

I’m looking over my shoulder
'cos millions will whisper
I’m killing myself again!
Maybe I'm dying faster, but nothing ever lasts
I remember a night from my past,
When I was stabbed in the back,
And it’s [bad word] back...
And I feel that pain again!

I abhor you, I condemn you,
'cos this pain will never end
You got away without a scratch
And now you’re walking on a lucky path.
I have to laugh...
But you’d better watch your back!

There’s pathetic opposition,
They’re the Cause of my condition.
I’ll [bad word] back for them!
I have a solution for this sad situation:
Nothing’s left, but to kill myself again! ...
(Because I’m so empty...)